Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
The Fall,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.